The Uncrowned King of the Peninsula

Chapter 293 The Shaking Little Car
In the back seat, Lee Ji-eun, who was drunk, slept peacefully, her breathing gentle and calm, like Sleeping Beauty.

In the front row, Bae Young-joon held Choi Sulli, who was half-lying on him, kissing her until she was panting. His left hand was buried in her tight sweater, stroking her smooth, slightly cool, snow-white skin.

“Oppa…” Choi Sulli’s cheeks flushed red, her slender and tall body was so delicate and boneless that her arms, which were supporting her on his thighs, swayed back and forth.

In the cramped carriage, the heat from our breath raised the temperature higher and higher. The scents of perfume, cosmetics, and a faint smell of sweat, along with other indescribable and strange odors, mingled to create an ambiguous atmosphere of surging hormones.

Bae Yong-joon's hand moved to her smooth back, gently stroking her delicate shoulder blades, causing Choi Sulli to tremble.

"Don't~"

She pushed Bae Young-joon weakly.

Bae Young-joon released her soft, hot lips from the kiss.

"Little girl, you still say you're lovesick, Zhi'en?" he chuckled softly, his eyes teasing. "I think it's you, isn't it?"

"Oppa, I didn't, it's all your fault~" Choi Sulli shook her head shyly, refusing to admit it.

Bae Young-joon didn't say anything more, but his left hand moved more and more wildly, sliding from her shoulder blade down her spine, segment by segment, feeling her slender figure, which made her big eyes even more misty.

Her hot, swollen lips were coated with a glossy, bright red lipstick, which made her skin appear even whiter and more luscious. Under the cool light, she looked stunningly beautiful and incredibly alluring.

Bae Young-joon couldn't help but jump.

Sulli's hand, which was supporting her on his thigh, immediately sensed his change and instinctively recoiled as if electrocuted. As a result, her already barely supporting body swayed and she fell onto Bae Young-joon's chest.

Bae Young-joon chuckled, his left arm encircling her as she walked into his trap, his right hand sliding over her spine, then her slender waist, before settling on the waistband of her tight jeans. With a slight movement of his fingertips, he slipped a fingertip inside the edge of the waistband.

Sulli's body trembled violently. She struggled to sit up from his chest and whispered, "Oppa, no, unnie is still here, let's go back..."

Bae Yong-joon pinched her soft buttocks, interrupting her from saying anything more, leaving her speechless, and her big eyes filled with even more tears.

He explored her lips little by little with his left hand, then leaned down and captured them in his mouth.

This time, the lips felt very warm.

Bae Yong-joon indulged in the pleasure, the scent of her breath filling his nostrils. The car was almost silent, yet the atmosphere grew increasingly ambiguous and inexplicable.

Suddenly, he raised an eyebrow and felt a sharp pain on the right side of his buttock, causing him to pause involuntarily.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a slender, fair arm flash by in the gap between the passenger seat and the car body, then disappear behind it.

Lee Ji-eun secretly reached out and pinched his butt. It seemed he was either not drunk or had already sobered up.

That wicked woman, I knew she wouldn't be so honest even when she's drunk.

Bae Young-joon blinked, and his hand unconsciously loosened its grip. Choi Sulli finally broke free and lifted herself up, supporting herself on his chest.

"Oppa, it's really not okay in the car..." She glanced nervously at the back seat, her cheeks flushed, her fair skin turning a delicate pink, making her look incredibly appetizing.

Bae Young-joon stopped what he was doing. It was always a little awkward for the two of them to be in the car, especially since there was his good unnie lying in the back of the car pretending to be drunk.

But Sulli didn't stop.

Her large, watery eyes glanced between Pei Yongjun's legs, her eyes shimmering with tears.

"I...I...let me help you first."

"We'll talk about the rest when we get back..."

Her voice was barely audible, and she stretched out her delicate, white hand.
With a gentle touch, like a dragonfly skimming the water, Bae Young-joon jumped suddenly.

He looked up, and their eyes met.

Choi Sulli's fair face flushed red, her eyes sparkled, and she looked delicate and alluring.

Her delicate, fair hands continued their movements, and her soft body suddenly trembled.

Her small hands were slightly cold, and Bae Young-joon couldn't help but tremble.

The ten fingers are slender and long, with rounded and white knuckles. The slightly fleshy palms are soft and boneless, with delicate palm lines, bringing an indescribable feeling.

"Are you... alright?" Choi Sulli couldn't help but look, but immediately looked away shyly, glancing at the dashboard next to her, and stammered as she asked.

"My hands are a little cold, are you okay?"

Bae Young-joon especially liked the slightly cool little hands at that moment.

He hummed in agreement, "Hmm!"

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt another pain in his buttocks, and subconsciously grunted in response, his brows furrowing.

Lee Ji-eun seemed unable to bear their shameless conversation any longer, and secretly pinched his butt again.

"Hmm? Is that so?"

Hearing his muffled groan, Choi Sulli looked up and saw Bae Young-joon's suddenly furrowed brows. She seemed to understand something, and her watery eyes lit up with curiosity and excitement, as if she had found the knack.

"Like this?" She seemed encouraged and quickened her pace in repeating the actions she had just performed.

"Hmm..." For some reason, Bae Young-joon was suddenly speechless.

However, it seemed he didn't need to say anything. His left hand slid into the collar of his tight sweater, the ribbed hem binding his forearm, revealing a soft and tender interior.

When our fingers and palms touch, my hands are filled with the warmth, fragrance, and softness of jade.

Shirley is such a good girl.

Bae Yong-joon slid from the edge to the center, feeling the soft, smooth texture of the thin fabric.

Unlike her good unnie, who always likes to fake things.

However, it seems that Shirley doesn't need it.

Bae Yong-joon played with her to his heart's content, watching Choi Sulli's fair cheeks grow redder and redder until her earlobes turned completely red and translucent.

Sulli couldn't hold on any longer; she felt completely weak.

Bae Young-joon pinched her, making her tremble all over. She turned her head to look at his big eyes, which seemed to be able to drip water.

"Miss, don't slack off," Bae Yong-joon reminded her.

"Oh, I didn't..." Choi Sulli bit her lower lip lightly with her pearly white teeth and gave him a coquettish look.

Long, smooth hair cascaded down Bae Yong-joon's thighs, causing a slight itch. Bae Yong-joon couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

"Sherry, you!" Halfway through escaping a sigh of relief, Bae Young-joon suddenly hummed in agreement.

He felt another sharp pain in his buttocks, in the same spot as before, catching him completely off guard.

The wicked woman precisely seized every opportunity when Bae Yong-joon was in a moment of emotional release, and then cleverly interrupted him with pain.

Pain and pleasure, two completely different sensations, shot through his brainstem like lightning in an instant, triggering a tremor.

"Hmm?" Choi Sulli noticed his erratic movements, looked up at him curiously, and tentatively repeated the action she had just performed.

By sheer chance, Bae Young-joon raised an eyebrow. Choi Sulli snorted again, revealing a smile, her eyes crinkling as she looked at him. As if she had found Bae Young-joon's sore spot, she became even more diligent, a hint of excitement in her eyes.

Bae Yong-joon tensed up, concentrating intently, but suddenly he heard a faint rustling sound again.

He immediately swung his right hand back and grabbed a slender arm. The wrist was delicate and the skin was smooth. It was the wicked woman who was about to strike again.

While remaining calm, Bae Yong-joon held her struggling wrist, engaging in a silent struggle with her in the corner next to the seat.

Caught between two attacks, he momentarily relaxed his guard, and his buttocks were pinched hard again, causing him to groan once more.

Holding her slightly cool hand, Bae Yong-joon couldn't help but feel a surge of anger, and he grabbed Lee Ji-eun's small hand tightly in return.

It's all that bad woman's fault; she made him appear as a vulnerable person in Shirley's eyes.

Lee Ji-eun struggled, but he used his five fingers to easily gather her small hand in his palm.

Her hands were slightly smaller, but her fingers were more rounded, and the skin on her palms was delicate and smooth.

Interlocking fingers and pressing palms together, they generate a weak electric current through skin-to-skin contact.

"Keep going, Sulli." Bae Young-joon looked at Choi Sulli's glistening lips, pinched her with his left hand, and encouraged her to keep trying.

Choi Sulli nodded shyly and continued to work hard.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, holding Lee Ji-eun's finally quiet little hand in his right palm, gently stroking her fair fingertips, feeling light as a feather.

Bae Yong-joon leaned back, letting out a satisfied sigh, finally able to comfortably enjoy the hard work of the designated driver.

But the next second, he suddenly felt something change.

Choi Sulli straightened up, looking at him with her big, watery eyes.

In the cramped carriage, the cold white streetlights shone on Choi Sulli's smooth, long black hair, making her snow-white skin appear even whiter and her bright red lips even hotter.

The tip of its small nose, glistening with saliva, shimmered under the streetlights, exuding an indescribable charm.

"Oppa, is Unnie drunk?" She panted slightly, her wet eyes glancing at Lee Ji-eun, who seemed to be motionless in the back seat. Her voice was soft and gentle, like tender feathers, stirring Bae Young-joon's heart.

“She…” Bae Young-joon held Lee Ji-eun’s small, fair hand in his right hand, feeling her tickle him.

"She must be really drunk, right? She's had a lot to drink." Sulli glanced at IU, seemingly trying to convince someone, "Right?"

"Oppa, I miss you so much."

Her eyes were filled with longing, like a burning fire, and her voice trembled slightly, conveying endless tenderness.

"I can't help you much, Oppa, and I don't understand many things."

"But I... I really miss you, I like you a lot."

Bae Young-joon looked at her, a feeling stirring within him, a feeling that made his heartstrings tremble. The hand that Lee Ji-eun was scratching at him with in his right hand suddenly stopped.

"So, it's perfect that Unnie is drunk."

“Anyway, anyway,” Choi Sulli smiled slightly, as if she had remembered something funny, “it’ll be quick anyway.”

"It won't take more than a few minutes, it'll be fine."

"I...I can feel comfortable right away."

Looking at the kind girl trying her best to comfort him, Bae Yong-joon blinked, feeling that he had to change Sulli's wrong impression of him tonight.

Bad woman, you've sown the seeds of this suffering, so you'll have to bear with it today.

He released Lee Ji-eun's small hand, patted the back of her hand, and Lee Ji-eun squeezed his hand tightly before suddenly pulling it back.

"Just a moment?" Bae Young-joon wrapped his arms around Choi Sulli's slender waist, lifting her delicate yet weightless body onto his lap, a smile playing on his lips.

"Huh? Oppa?" Sulli was only separated from him by a thin layer of tight jeans. The barely perceptible contact made her shiver, but she didn't understand what Bae Young-joon was laughing at.

"Sulli, Oppa misses you too." His hands moved up along her slender waist, pushing up the hem of her beige tight sweater to reveal a large expanse of snow-white skin, which seemed to glow in the cool light.

"Really?" Choi Sulli's voice trembled, and she even felt herself melting in Bae Young-joon's hot palm.

"Really, so how can it be done in one go? It will take a long time." Bae Yong-joon pushed the tight sweater onto her fair shoulders, leaned forward, and took a deep breath of Choi Sulli's fresh, milky scent.

"How long is 'long time'? Will Unnie wake up?" Choi Sulli's mind was still a bit fuzzy from his bluffing, but suddenly she remembered Lee Ji-eun.

"No." Bae Young-joon pulled off her soft sweater, and her smooth black hair fell from the neckline, cascading down her body.

"Really? What if he wakes up?" Feeling a chill, Choi Sulli seemed to regain some of her rationality.

"Listen up now that you're awake, what are you afraid of?" Bae Young-joon smiled, turned over, and pressed Choi Sulli's delicate body onto the car seat.

"I……"

"Stop thinking about it, even if you keep thinking about it, I won't let you go."

Bae Yong-joon leaned down and captured her soft lips, silencing her inappropriate girlish shyness.

"Shirley, you are mine."

he said softly.

"I am yours, I have been yours for a long time."

Choi Sulli nodded, her fair arms encircling his neck, her tone hot and cloying, as if she wanted to melt him.

"I... um~"

She trembled and hugged Bae Young-joon tightly, unable to utter a complete sentence.

On a deserted street late at night, a black sedan swayed gently for a very long time.

"Oppa, what's wrong with you...?" Choi Sulli felt like she was melting.

"That wasn't the case that time?"

She felt wronged.

“That time? This time it counts.” Bae Yong-joon pinched her slender waist, silencing Choi Sulli’s wrong question.

"If you ask that again, I'll spank you, okay?"

Sulli could only sob and beg for mercy, it was hard to tell whether she was crying or laughing.

Lee Ji-eun curled up in the back seat. Choi Sulli's usually clear voice had become soft and sticky, sweet and trembling, drilling straight into her ears and making her mind conjure up all sorts of messy images.

hateful!

She turned to the side, buried her head in the seat, and covered one ear, regretting that she hadn't just downed five bottles of liquor and gotten completely drunk.

(End of this chapter)